Oh dear, how very Henry VII. I’ve just read in this link that because the leek was the emblem of the Welsh, on one St David’s Day he presented a leek to his daughter. A real leek, that is, not one studded with precious stones. Talk about a cheap gift! I’m sure she was thrilled. It’s every girl’s dream to be given a leek! Did she keep it under her pillow?

And I’ll bet it came from someone else’s land. Henry didn’t give anything away, unless it wasn’t his to start with. Ha!

What a splendid role model he was for Scrooge!

This is NOT a dig at the Welsh, by the way. Far from it, because I hail from that proud land. But Henry VII is always fair game for those of us who believe the wrong man won at Bosworth!


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  1. A lavish gift to his daughter or daughters in my book is a beautiful necklace made of pearls, diamonds and rubies.

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    1. My thoughts exactly, Suzanne! 😁

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